The weather is turning again and I am looking forward to
sunny days. Every shifting of seasons makes me think of you. Your wisdom always
makes change easier – a constant comfort as I navigate new waters.
But, as change does, it grabs my attention and holds it
captive. I have not seen your form in a long time and I am sorry for that. I
wish I could erase the space between journal entries so nothing was lost to a
blank page.
Regardless of regret, you are still with me. I can feel your
words swirling inside my brain – images dance before my eyes to remind me of
you. A beckoning echo in my ear.
Soon I will float back to you on a clear spring breeze. After
many months of wandering we will hold each other and paint a picture of the
space between – create a bridge between then and now so we can pretend we were always
near.
Thank you for your constancy, for your presence over this
year. Thank you for filling my mind with joy and for teaching me to love myself
and keep writing.
Love,
Me
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April is nearly here and you know what means...National Poetry Month.
I always look forward to April because, for me, it is a guaranteed 30 days of writing. Life is so full of distractions, both beautiful and regrettable, and it is too easy for me to say "I'll sit down and write soon", but never do it.
Writing is my "spiritual food", as my dad would put it. It nourishes my soul and is a practice in listening to my "little voice". Sometimes I don't listen very well, practice is always needed.
So April serves as a whole month of practice, and nourishment. Isn't that fitting for spring? A time of rebirth and growth. My poetic renaissance.
Here's to 30 days of storytelling, form wrestling, and heart pouring. Cheers.
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